A Much-Needed Respite

Clarah sat at the table in her little clinic, bottle in one hand and goblet in the other. It was rare that she actually got this way, but every now and then it did happen.

She wasn't expecting any visitors, and it was late enough at night without a forcast of Thread that the Healer felt safe enough taking in an entire bottle of wine for herself. She huffed a chuckle at her own drunken state, smiling up at the brown firelizard that was curled atop one of the shelves. "I s'pose you've never r'lly seen me like th's huh?" She asked, receiving a long-suffering look and a sigh before he tucked his head back beneath his wing.

Sharrah snorted, pouring herself another glass, "Though, I can see why people do it in the dining area. I could really use a friend to talk to. I'd forgotten what it was like, really..."